First encounters (Dorm 307)

Harrison had finished packing up his stuff at his room in the initiate dormitory and had decided to say farewell to the initiate dorm house. 'Dorm number 307... 3-0-7.' As he had moved around looking for the dorm he had repeated the numbers in his head. His stubbornness and his high mentality had made him just decided to travel around the general area to find the dorm. Although it had taken him a longer time he did get there. There at the door of the dorm he had only one thought that passed through his mind.

'Please don't be annoying.' He did not have a dislike in people, just in annoying people. He had entered the dorm room and had admired the inside, even though the difference is not really that much. "Hello? Anyone here?" As he had asked this question he had hoped that he would either get no response or a normal one, and not one that was annoying. After dragging his luggage around he had somewhat gotten tired of just pulling it around so he had decided to make use of his powers and had used that to pull it so currently it was floating above the ground.'According to what I had read there should be someone named Samantha here' He had neglected to read who was with him in the dorm since he had wanted to know by himself but he had accidentally caught a glimpse of a name, nothing more, nothing less.

Samantha Hyde dragged her suitcase and carry-on through the hall, looking for Room 307. When she came to the right door, she double-checked the piece of paper that they had given her with her dorm number on it. The words 'Summer House' were printed in bold letters at the top. Results of the application test, she supposed. Sam wondered what that meant about her personality. A few things came to mind, like 'heat', which led to 'hot-headed', which led to her internally mumbling about being a completely calm person who will absolutely not blow up at the slightest inconvenience. (She vaguely remembered at that moment when a classmate of hers in junior high called her a 'ticking time bomb' and she punched him in the face.)

Samantha bit her tongue and squeezed the handle on her suitcase once before knocking on the open door of the dorm room. It looked as if someone had just entered, and she heard a voice speaking inside. "Hi," she called out, still standing just outside the doorway.

After he had waited for an answer he did get one, a normal one too. Harrison had expected someone inside to come and meet him but the voice that he had heard was not from inside the dorm, but actually came from outside.'Huh, shouldn't it be from inside?' He had questioned how he got an answer from outside and just came to the decision to just deal with it. He had set down his luggage there and had set out for the door."Hello." He after he had unlocked the door he opened the door he had opened it so that even if you were outside you would still be able to see the interior. At the door he had seen this girl with brown hair and gold eyes holding her luggage tightly. "Oh, were you assigned to summer dorm 307? He had considered the fact that she had waited there with luggage to guess that she was moving out of the initiate dorm like he was. 'Gold eyes huh, pretty weird. Then again who am i to judge?' He had taken a liking to what this girl had looked like, it had seemed like it would be an interesting topic or a boring one like how his eyes were purple to start with.

Sam blinked a few times at the white-haired, purple-eyed appearance of the guy in the room. His eyes were slightly startling, a bit unexpected. She supposed she should try to get used to seeing strange things around in a place that houses strange people. The guy was tall, but he looked young, which made deciphering his age a difficulty.

It took her a few seconds to realize she was staring. Her eyes snapped to the paper. "Yeah, Summer Dorm 307," she repeated. She looked back up. "I'm Samantha. I guess you're my roommate, right?" She ran a hand through her long hair. "They told me I'd have a few roommates. Are you the only one or are there others?"

Stephanie Hawke was positive that she would be sorted into Winter House, her brother's house. She went into the test with confidence, and left with confidence. It wasn't until the envelope was handed to her and ripped open that she realized her dreams were crushed. The bolded words 'Summer House' sat at the top of the paper, with 'Dorm 307' printed neatly underneath. The blonde sighed in defeat, gathered her things, and headed to her new dorm.

Unlike the initiate dorms, house dorms had four single rooms attached to a larger common room. She relished in the idea of having her own room again (she found her previous roommates to be somewhat annoying). But why Summer? Though it was her favourite season, she wanted to be closer to Cayden. Perhaps being in the same school would be good enough.

The young girl turned into the hall, looking at the doors for '307'. Spotting the numbers etched into a golden metal plate, she looked at the door, a little surprised it was open. Pushing the door ajar a bit more, the Summer pushed into the room.

Two students stood with luggage, seemingly engaged in conversation. A tall boy with piercing purple eyes and blinding white hair, and a girl with golden eyes and hair that almost matched. Clutching her suitcase closer to her, she approached the pair with a smile. "Hi, I'm Stephanie Hawke. Did you guys just get here too?"

He had waited to get a response from her and then it had looked like it took a while for his words to reach her. When she had responded he had nodded like to say that this would be the right dorm. She had introduced her self and he had remembered about the name of the people he was in the dorm with.'So you're Samantha'  Considering that she had to look at her paper again he had guessed that she was new to the dorm and probably wanted to get in. "Well then please, come in." As he had moved aside to let her come in another person came and introduced herself. 'Stephanie Hawke huh, another 'S' name what a coincidence." "Actually yes we just got here." Taking a look at this new girl he saw that she was pretty young and had red eyes. 'Me, Samantha and Stephanie, that means there is probably someone else' "To be honest I think that we are the first ones here" As he said this he had once again gestured for them to go in and had walked more into the dorm."I mean I think the rule is 4 people to a dorm" As he walked forward he had saw his luggage just standing there after he abandoned it to go answer the door. He used his gift to bring the luggage closer to him so that he could just move his luggage with his left hand.

Samantha turned around to face the girl who had walked in behind her. She saw that she looked pretty young, younger probably than the tall boy whose age she could not determine just yet. "Looks like we all just kind of got thrown together at the same time," she commented. Sam looked over at the boy. "Four to a room, huh? I wonder if the other person is already here, or if they just got assigned today like the rest of us." She glanced at the boy's luggage as it seemed to move by itself closer to where they were standing. "Nice trick." Refusing to be outdone, however, Sam used her own gift to levitate her suitcase and carry-on until it reached a doorway to one of the four rooms. "So," she started, directing conversation towards the white-haired boy, "Are you a telekinetic, too, or something else?" Her golden gaze glanced to the younger girl also. "And what about you? What can you do?"

Samantha suddenly found herself increasingly curious about the people around her and their abilities. Never in her life had she been in a place with so many people like her. Scratch that. Never in her life had she even met a person like her before. Now she had met three so far. Although. . . She thought about the childhood friend she had, the one she had met because her father was friends with his father. Sometimes he seemed strange, like her. I suppose I'll never know.

It was a short time after he had gotten his luggage after moving it with his gift that he had heard Samantha's comment. Hearing her brag about her being able to do the same thing was funny to Harrison and not many things were funny to him. After she had finished claiming her room by levitating her luggage to a doorway she had asked a question which had made him chuckle a little bit. At this point he had concentrated his power towards his own luggage "So you're a telekinetic huh?" He had said this since she had asked if he was one too. "well if you're taking that room I'll take that room." After saying so he had teleported his luggage slightly above the empty doorways that was there. He then had a big grin in his face after doing so.

"In any case I'm sort of telekinetic I guess you can say" He had said this in a tone that you would think someone would just make small talk. Although the tone he used was a normal one he had his hands crossed and had leaned down slightly somewhat poking fun at her height. 'Telekinesis huh,' 

"That's not telekinesis," Sam said, referring to the luggage that was teleported across the room. She rolled her eyes as he did that towering-over-her thing that guys did to her every so often. "So you never said what your name was," she commented, taking a step back away from the guy, now standing next to the younger girl. "If we're going to put our names on the door, we might as well get yours as well. Samantha, Stephanie, mystery person, and . . .?"

"Well that's not telekinesis. Oh, good point how rude of me I'm Harrison, Harrison Hammond. My power is indeed not telekinesis but manipulation. Well now we know each other." He had to get the mix-up fixed and and introduced himself. "And that brings me to the other question, whats your power?" He turned to Stephanie with a smile and had wondered what crazy power this girl could have. "Well I won't force you to talk" Harrison had said this about one second after he had asked the question. He then looked away from the girl and into the doorway where he had left his luggage. 'I really hope the fourth person isn't in that room or else I would just look dumb showing off'

Itching to settle in, Samantha opened the door to the room she had chosen and brought her luggage in. The room was fairly small, but a decent size. It consisted of a bed with a side table and a lamp, and a chest of drawers. The room that she chose had a window, with a view of the school grounds.

Sam would unpack her clothes later- For now she just pulled out a few things from home; a couple of pictures, her laptop, and a blanket from when she was a kid. She put the picture of her and her brother on the bedside table, smiling at it for a moment with a sense of bittersweetness before reaching back into her carry-on. She took out her small handbag that had her wallet in it, then slid out the card with the letters 'I.E.D.' printed on it. She stared at it, and her signature under it, for a few seconds. She sighed and put her wallet away, taking the card separately and sliding it into her back pocket.

Samantha walked out of her room and leaned against the door frame, looking over to her new roommates. "So, Harrison, Stephanie, where are you guys from?"

Having seen Samantha leave to go unpack her things he had decided to go, as well deciding not to hear what Stephanie had to say. Since Harrison's gift had already transported his luggage there he had no need to haul anything so he had walked towards the room that he had claimed. While there was a difference between this dorm room and the initiate dorm room so he had to rethink the layout of his dorm room. He had thought that taking out his clothes and such were going to take a while by hand, so he had just taken out the things in his smaller luggage. This was just sentimental things which included: a picture of his family, a rose in a vase, a weird pocket watch that hangs from a frame and a picture of his sister with the frame as big as the frame that help his family portrait. Having placed the picture of his sister on he had remembered his goal and reason that he went to Beata, to master his ability and find the people that took his sister.

Remembering this it had brought a tear to his eye, which he immediately wiped away with his hand since it would be embarrassing. He had heard his someone come out of their dorm room and had decided to go out too so that he would not be out of the conversation. He had heard Samantha ask about where they had came from, which is a weird topic for him."Well, I am born in the US but i was raised in England. Make that what you wish" He had said this in the most fake British accent he could do. Despite being raised in England he had an accent which would not make anyone think that he was born there. "How about you?"

Pocket Watch:

"New York City, born and raised," Samantha replied. "The whole out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere thing that this school has got going on is going to take some time to get used to, for sure. No cars honking at all hours, no people walking around even at 3:00 AM. Leaving the city that never sleeps. . ." She shrugged. "Hopefully the silence doesn't drive me crazy."

Sam could feel the card in her back pocket metaphorically burning a hole in the fabric. She gritted her teeth and sighed. "Look, ah, I think as your roommate I should feel obligated to tell you," or rather, the secretary rudely told her she was obligated to tell them, "that I'm an I.E.D." She enunciated the letters carefully. She knew that most people didn't know what that meant exactly, and she was ready to explain as soon as one of them asked.

"Ya, getting used to not being so busy is something that would take a while to get used to." While not having actually lived in New York, England wasn't really a place that slept quietly so Harrison had known the feeling of trying to get used to this environment. "Well if it does drive you crazy just tell me I want to prepare before hand." He had said this in a nice manner with a smirk in his face. As he was enjoying slightly making fun of her, she said something which had a serious tone to it.

Harrison had heard her point out that since they were roommates she should tell us something, then she had told us that she was an I.E.D. 'Intellectual, Educated, Deformity? Probably not' Having never heard of this acronym he had thought about what could it be from the top of his dead. This had a serious feeling in the air, while he isn't necessarily a nice guy he had a feeling that this was a topic that she doesn't really want to talk about. "Ah, is that so? Thank you for telling me" Even though he is curious he had decided to let this pass for now and maybe find out what it means through the school. Having said this he then had a hankering to go eat.

Samantha's eyes narrowed slightly. "You know what I.E.D. means? Most people don't," she said, crossing her arms. He seemed to be skipping around the topic for her benefit, and while it was appreciated, it was unnecessary. "You can ask what it means, you know. I'm telling you so you can be informed for . . . future reference."